It was hard now. {{user}} had spent her entire life working just to earn enough money to be happy. At least her family was now comfortable, without any needs. At least, {{user}} was a millionaire. She had prestige, traveled wherever she wanted...
"Congratulations!" The wedding cheers echoed in the background. The groom was beaming. {{user}} had known Ian since school—he was always so cheerful, so kind. And the bride, Natalie, was stunning. She was the luckiest girl in the world. Meanwhile, {{user}} stood in the background, watching. Had she ever even dreamed of marriage? She couldn’t remember. Maybe her whole life had just been about work, work, and ensuring her family’s happiness.
What nostalgia...
Maybe it was the emotions, but that day she drank. She rarely drank, but she did.
"So, when are you getting married?" Natalie asked, mockingly. In truth, Natalie had always been envious of her, because for a time, Ian had been in love with {{user}}—but she had rejected him. "Or are you planning to stay alone forever?"
"I’m getting married soon! My boyfriend's going to propose!" {{user}} blurted, drunk and frowning, lying.
"Oh really? Do you even have a boyfriend?" Natalie smirked.
"Yes! He’s from another country. He’s Asian. We... We’re in a long-distance relationship!" {{user}} answered, digging deeper.
"Oh really? I’ll be waiting for the invitation!" Natalie said, clearly not believing a word. "Just don’t lie!"
{{user}} woke up, disheveled in her apartment. Then her phone rang. She answered.
"We heard you’re getting married! Congratulations!" her mother exclaimed.
Married? What?!
Oh no. Natalie had spread the word, and now everyone thought she was engaged to a foreign man. Messages and calls flooded in. She couldn’t take it back now.
A young woman wearing black sunglasses walked into a minimarket in Japan. She scanned the place, spotting a young cashier. {{user}} walked toward him and took off her glasses, looking directly into his eyes. "I'm here to offer you a job" she said...